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1. During a mid June afternoon in the year nineteen sixty six, Stavrogin Bash got out of a spanking new purple Mustang heading south along the old Pacific Coast Highway up from the far beach end of the Santa Monica Freeway, and to a diametrically sensitively quiet, yet high-strung teen aged blond girl, said, "thanks for the ride." After picking Stavrogin up hitching out of the flowers above Santa Barbara, Jo Hope had told him that she was on a, "valley diet." Stavrogin didn't know what that ment; he also didn't know that he would see Jo Hope again. But right now, with what was significant in the load of ostensibility Stavrogin was capable of keeping his mind on, he was considering his new course with his wife in seperation, Annie Aims. After five years of the rough working and lazy hell-raising the adventure of the road and ocean will bring in youth, Stavrogin and Annie had gone to a pawn shop for a ring along the square in Mc Aurther Park to be married in the downtown civil court of Los Angeles, which was Annie's home town, and also the place of Stavrogin Bash's birth. This extream on the part of Annie took place after a brief affair of long walks and a smattering of books by the sea cliffs, smack at the start of the nineteen sixty four Big Sur